It Is A Folly Second To None;

Writing Is Like Prostitution. First You Do It For Love, And Then For A Few Close Friends, And Then For Money.

[dom Juan] Believes Neither In Heaven, Nor The Saints, Nor God, Nor The Werewolf.

Reason Is Not What Decides Love.

Gold Gives To The Ugliest Thing A Certain Charming Air, For That Without It Were Else A Miserable Affair.

One Should Eat To Live, Not Live To Eat.